Damian Priest Age の小説・ストーリー

Damian smiled at the priest and he gulped. I wondered why the priest was so damn quiet listening to every single word Damian said, I could see fear in his eyes and his hands were trembling as he spoke. My eyes landed on the glass table on the altar and from the reflection I could see an assassin on the rooftop aiming its gun at me. Why me? Or was it the priest? Or could it be Damian? I couldn't care less if it was either Damian or me. At least I will be free. The priest conducted the ceremony in fear and we signed the document, after all the process, Damian went straight to his car and drove off leaving me at the church.

Damien boomed his voice over the phone which startled Rojas in his seat. Damien was 26 years of age but his dominance was more than his age and he was feared by many people. He had a tough and rough childhood. His mother died of cancer when he was just 5 years old. His father always locked himself inside his room since his wife's death. He became lonely and soon fell terribly ill. He slipped into a coma and came out after four years. He was mute and on a wheelchair. Damien hated his father for not being there for him and protecting him as a child. Cian, his uncle took over and made Damien the ruthless demon he was today. He began to join the company at age 16 and under Cian's influence, he g

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

This was certainly not the figure of a leader being worshipped by his clansmen. Damian was famous not only as the leader of an ancient vampire clan that held great power in the vampire world, but also as one of the greatest and brightest vampires of all time. He was hundreds of years old. Not surprisingly, he possessed a great deal of knowledge and wisdom. "Taap..." Alex's footsteps stopped in front of Damian, who was sitting on the sofa. "Welcome, Alex. I'm glad you could make it," Damian greeted with a warm smile. "Thank you for inviting me Damian. Why did you ask me to meet you tonight?" asked Alex without further ado.

he explained. "Priest Elsen? What does he have to do with all of this?" "He is the oldest priest in the Kingdom, and Damian mentioned that a priest was aware of the circumstances. I assume Priest Elsen is the one. We can visit him together," he suggested. "Damian is his name?" I inquired, anxiously rubbing my neck. "Yes, Baby." "But I don't understand. Why is he coming forward with all of this now? Why now?" I asked, my heart pounding against my chest as if it might burst.

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

My breath snagged in my chest. Inside, the holy place looked nothing like a sanctuary. Shadows bent beneath the flickering candlelight, stretching long across the polished floor. Damian’s men lined the pews like wolves dressed for a hunt, their weapons gleaming. One stood behind the priest, the barrel of his gun pressed hard into the trembling man’s temple. The sight pierced me like ice. May God forgive them. May He forgive me for standing here. And then I saw him. Damian. He stood at the altar, tall and composed, his black suit cut sharp as a blade. When his eyes found mine, a smile tugged at his lips. It was smooth, confident… wicked. My stomach twisted in revolt. Even the devil, it seemed

“And you know him … that can take a while.” True. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys lately?” Enrique snaps. “It’s like you all turned into queer priests overnight.” Damion looks caught somewhere between horny and irritated. “Dude, I don’t know what’s up with the others,” he says slowly, “but I just don’t want to fuck around anymore. Got my sights on something better.” The room tilts. “What?” Enrique scoffs. “You batting for the other team now? Or planning on becoming a celibate monk?”

He asked, sitting on the desk in front of me. I was shaking, my hands were sweaty and my whole body was almost letting me out. I was more intimidated by Mr Damien than his goons. “I am twenty four”, I replied, again. “Very good! That means you are supposed to be an adult. At twenty four, you are still under the influence of your mom. Chole is five and she is doing better than this” he spat, harshly. His words were like sharp arrows thrown at me.

Damian said, with a sad smile on his face as he picked up a cigarette stick and lit it to smoke. "Who is that, bro? Fill me in? Is she pretty? You know I have been out of the country for six years," Henry ranted as he wore a black clothing too. Despite he was a medical doctor, he attended the same school as Damian, Jonathan, and a few other guys. "Who else? She is a nurse, but I do not want her again. I will settle for her friend," Damian said, taking his cigarette to his lips and pulling a heavy drag from it, puffing it into the air.